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The Displaced Timeline (Very Open RP)

Gerald smiled, "That is wonderful to hear. Most young people these days don't have the time to sit and think, it is truly a lost art. The Howling Marsh, however, is meant to dissuade most people from continued breathing, hence why I live here. As far as I'm concerned, you're as brainless as my nephew. It's the only reason I can fathom for you to be working for him."

Placing the cane on the ground, he raised an eyebrow, "So if my crazy-ass nephew hasn't told you anything about me, why exactly do you want to rip my head off? That doesn't seem to make any sense. Sure, I've been rude, but violence is hardly the answer here, now is it? You obviously don't like me for some imaginary reason, so please, with all due respect, leave my lawn."

Silver's antennae twitched and she was about to say something, when she suddenly winced, quickly placing one hand to her forehead. Letting out a bit of a hiss, she stepped back slightly as a few more bones cracked and her voice shifted suddenly.

"He hasn't said a word, no... But we remember... We remember everything..."

She let out a growl, forcing several memories back at once and muttering to herself.

"Stop it, dangit..."

She cricked her neck and straightened up again, tilting her head a bit to one side at him. She needed to stay focused and mental distractions would in no way help the situation.

"Then that means you are most likely the one whose blood merged with Nina's," Gerald flatly stated. He smirked at the alien, "It's ironic, don't you think? What you tried to prevent, is going to happen anyways. In due time, of course, and not on such a catastrophic level, but it will happen."

He started to hobble away, "But I'm sure you don't want to hear the musings of an old man whom you hate so much."

Silver's antennae twitched once, and she tilted her head a bit to one side.

"... Her blood might have come in contact with mine... Though what do you mean by that?"

She took a step forward, keeping her arms crossed in front of herself.

"I admit, I really don't like you. The reasons for that are mainly due to... Other influences... However you have peaked my curiosity. What do you mean by 'what we're trying to prevent is, going to happen anyways'?"